User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141111003147/@comment-2246928-20141210214522

Rorgan nodded, pulling the belt and quiver from his back and holding it out to the younger otter. He wasn't smiling anymore. "You an' Nerrow 'ere." He looked to the otteress, who perked up. "You said there was some rat scum in th' trees?" "On me 'onor, Skipper." He nodded again, before looking back to Sirinius. He gave him a humorless wink. "Slaughter the wretch."